Death Walks

by

Melchor F. Cichon
March 9, 2008

Death walks
Into the room
When she came.

Like a papaya
With arm-length leaves
And twice as much shadows.

But there are
No tombs, no graves
To be opened
Or to be nailed on.
Nothing to waste tears.
Nothing to wake upon.

When Amihan comes in
Death sways
Which ways
The wind blows.
Like a papaya.
No core.

What if Habagat
Comes along?
What if earthquake
Strikes?

Death walks
Into the room
When she came.

Like a papaya
With arm-length leaves
And twice as much shadows.